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He did what he had to do.
That’s all Seth could keep telling himself. He did what he had to do to win. He said what he had to In order to get into Roman’s head.
And it worked.
Because Roman cracked.
And even if Seth didn’t win the title, he won the game.
The battle of willpower, the power struggle, the fight for dominance the two were having with each passing week, Seth had won. Because Roman let Seth break him.
Again.
Even if Seth’s back was screaming from the chair shots, even though his throat was raw from the guillotine lock that Roman refused to release, Seth still felt proud. He felt empowered, because he won.
And with this new found pride, he made his way to Roman’s locker room, still dressed in his Shield gear, grinning from ear to ear. Paul looked like he was going to pass out at the sight of Seth striding up to the door and knocking on it without a single thought, his face pale and sweaty.
“What are you doing here? The tribal chief isn’t-“
“Shut the fuck up Paul.” Seth stated simply, leaving no room for debate. His smile never fell from his face. Paul’s jaw shut closed and he went back to silently staring at Seth in utter terror (for Seth or himself, he didn’t know).
Jey opened the door, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Seth. “Yo, whatchu doing here?” He smirked. “Come back for another ass whoopin?” Jey laughed at his shitty joke. Seth kept his smile from faltering. The younger cousin had always been a thorn in Seth’s side. And his energy is just as annoying as it was back when he first met him and his brother. Except back then, Roman was on the same page as him; always being prone and willing to beating their asses time and time again.
“I’ve come to see Roman.” Seth leant up against the doorframe, slightly pushing the door, letting out a small snort as Jey pushed back, attempting to stand his ground and furrowed his eyebrows.
“Why in the hell would he want to see you? You're-“
“Jey.” Roman's voice reverberated loud enough through the locker room that Seth could hear it from behind the door. “Let him in.” Jey looked Seth up and down, slowly and cautiously opening the door wider so Seth could slink by him. He eyed the older twin, Jimmy, sitting on a bench, his leg shaking anxiously at the sight of Seth. His eyes flicking up and down to the ground, attempting to hide his gaze from Seth in a sign of submission. “Leave.” Roman pointed towards the door with his head, Jimmy getting up from the couch, rushing towards Jey who was taking a little too long to leave for Jimmy’s comfort. Once the door had closed, Seth heard some babble outside the door, no doubt the three men gossiping about what he was doing there, and why in the world Roman would allow an audience with him.
Oh the little they knew.
Seth rubbed his throat, showing his bruises like a badge of honor and grinning at Roman, before cackling. “What happened out there, big dog?” Seth strode towards the couch where Roman was sitting. His hair had been pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck, his shirt was still off, and his own tactical pants had been switched out for a pair of gray sweatpants. His golden glove had been discarded across the room. Roman’s eyes searched Seth, his face hard as stone.
Roman scoffed. “I beat your ass.” He took a sip from his water bottle, wiping his mouth with his forearm and smacking his lips together (he knew how much Seth hated that sound).
Seth cringed, glaring at Roman and pursing his lips before he wagged his finger in front of Roman’s face. “Ah ah ah, I won.”
Roman shrugged, rolling his eyes as he waved his hand dismissively. “The match, but I’m the one who left you passed out in a crumpled heap in the ring.” Roman smirked, spreading his arms out across the back of the couch.
Seth sucked his teeth, his grin falling. “I’m the one who got you to crack.” He stepped forward so that he stood overtop of Roman, looking down at him, in turn forcing Roman to look up at him.
When Roman realized this, he looked away, shifting slightly on the couch out of discomfort, changing his gaze to the door, letting his facade fall, his hands gripping and loosening into fists; the tell tale sign Seth was getting under Roman’s skin. “Sure, whatever that means.”
He knew what it meant.
Seth hummed, rubbing his chin, his grin starting to reappear. “I’m the one, Roman, that made you lose your cool in front of millions of people.” Seth lowered himself onto his knees. “I’m the one that made you cry.” Seth taunted, rubbing his hand up and down Roman’s thigh. The older man snarled, grabbing Seth’s wrist in a bruising grip.
“You didn’t make me do anything, baby.” He whispered threateningly in Seth’s ear, the pet name making his knees momentarily go weak.
Seth laughed and shook his head. “You’re too prideful to admit I won our little game.” He ripped his wrist out of Roman’s grasp, returning to stroking Roman’s knee, getting dangerously close to the spot in between his legs. His gaze became focused on Roman’s chest, still shiny with sweat. “I’m not stupid enough to think that you’ll ever admit it.” Seth could feel Roman glaring holes into his skull. “But I’ll always know, and you’ll always know, deep in your heart.” Seth’s voice lowered, spreading Roman’s legs apart slowly, teasingly, “that I won.” His eyes staring at the bulge in Roman’s pants before Seth looked up at him, his eyes big.
Puppy dog eyes were always Roman’s weakness.
Roman breathed deep and hard through his nose, his nostrils flaring as he and Seth bore into each others souls. “You’re a bitch.” Roman growled.
Seth smirked, nodding his head. “Yeah, I know Ro.” He started palming Roman through his pants, making the older man’s eyes flutter for a moment, his grip on the couch tightening. “I’m the bitch that put you through a table.” Seth’s other gloved hand moved up and down Roman’s chest teasingly before flicking his nipple, Roman clearly fighting the urge to arch his back off the couch. The feeling of the cold leather making chills appear unwillingly.
“I’m the one who made you pass out.” Roman quipped back. Seth tugged at his nipple, rolling it in his fingers as Roman’s eyes fluttered once more, this time almost closing, nearly losing the staring match Seth and he had unknowingly started.
“I’m the one that stomped your head into the mat.” Seth retorted, speeding his hand up, making the tent in Roman’s pants larger. He flicked his nipple again, moving to the other and repeating the same assault. Roman growled before his hand flew to Seth’s hair, yanking it, making Seth groan. Roman wrapped his hand in Seth’s hair, flinging him forward and locking lips with him. His kiss was still as gentle as ever, even angry with Seth, wanting to rip him apart limb by limb.
Roman could never really be rough with Seth. Only in spitting words, and hurtful actions outside of sex, as was their new normal. A lovely balance between Dean and Roman, was the tribal chief, Seth had once said in a post sex haze. Making Roman grunt in either disapproval or agreement, Seth still isn’t sure.
“I’m the one who put a steel chair through your back.” Roman mumbled against Seth’s lips, both men gasping for air as Seth pulled away.
Seth smiled, “I did it first.” A whisper that made Roman tense up. Both men paused. A low blow, he knew. But Seth didn’t feel bad. Winning was all that mattered. Roman looked down at him, his eyes narrowing, but didn’t answer. He patted Seth’s head. Placing his hand on the side of Seth’s cheek, rubbing his thumb across the freshly forming bruise across his cheekbone. Roman kissed him again, intentionally slow and gentle this time, loving almost. Roman’s eyes were blank, as they always were when he was trying to fight shutting down, and it almost always was because of Seth. But his eyes told a story only Seth could read. A one of conflicted feelings, of love, anger…hatred. It was Seth’s turn to place his hand on the side of Roman’s face. Roman holding onto his wrist and nuzzling into it, humming and closing his eyes. Roman pushed his head towards Seth’s, kissing him once more, forcing his tongue into Seth’s mouth as he gave him dominance over the kiss.
“You hate me?” Seth mumbled, breathless, against Roman’s lips.
Roman pulled away, gripping Seth’s wrist tighter, his eyes studying Seth’s every feature. “…yes.”
Seth brung his other hand up to grip Roman’s head in between his hands. “Me too.” Roman kissed Seth again, a small peck on the lips. “You love me?” Seth whispered.
Roman instantly nodded. “Yes.”
Seth pecked Roman’s lips like Roman had done moments before. “Me too.”
And it was true. They both loved and hated each other. There was something both of them could never get over. Something that would always hang over their heads, always creeping around every corner. Something Roman could never forgive Seth for, and Seth knew it. But it didn’t matter.
Because they both knew Seth did what he had to do.
Roman pulled Seth’s hair again, pulling his head back and exposing his bruised neck. Roman hummed, admiring his handy work before he began poking his tongue on the bruises. Seth moaned as his hands flew up into Roman’s hair, urging the other man on, but he pulled away, making Seth ‘hmph’ in annoyance. “I won.” Roman mumbled passively, his tongue instantly going back to work. Seth wasn’t sure if he meant the game (even though he was wrong), or the fact that he made Seth moan first, but it didn’t matter anymore. And frankly, Seth was too hard to care. “Who do you need tonight?” Roman asked against Seth’s neck, the hot breath making Seth shiver. Seth whined, humping the couch as he tried to get some force of friction. “Seth.” He demanded an answer. Roman gripped his hips, not allowing Seth to move them. He let out a loud cry, like a child, as he fought against Romans hold, to no avail.
“God…please, I need-I need you.” Seth’s head was swimming, starting to swirl into a misty fog.
Roman chuckled. “Obviously.” When Roman realized that Seth was almost out of it, he gave a thoughtful hum, before he slapped Seth’s cheek. “Focus.” His voice was harsh. Seth’s eyes shot open and instantly focused on Roman’s face, his eyes clearing for a moment. “Who do you need?” Roman asked again, slower, as if Seth didn’t understand the English language.
Seth panted, face red and pupils blown as he licked his lips. “I need you, Tribal Chief.”
Roman’s breath hitched, his gaze turning fiery at the statement. ‘Good luck hearing that again without getting hard.’ He thought to himself. Roman gripped Seth’s neck, squeezing gently against the bruises, making Seth whimper with both pain and pleasure. “you’re mine.” Roman’s voice was like steel.
Seth nodded. “I’m yours.” He agreed, his voice breathless and hoarse from pressure on his neck.
Roman hummed in admiration, nodding his head, nuzzling his nose in the crook of Seth’s neck, him smelling of sweat and coconut shampoo. “I’m yours.”
Seth moaned as Roman nipped at the bruise. “You’re mine.” Roman released Seth’s hips, allowing him to hump the couch once more. “Please. Fuck. Roman.” He could feel Roman smirk.
“I promised you.” Roman said while gently running his hand through his hair, far different from the harsh yanks just moments ago.
“Promised?” Seth asked, moving his hips faster, snapping them forcefully against the soft leather.
“I’d take care of you.” Roman said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I don’t break a promise.” He pulled Seth’s hair again, making the other cry out.
Roman gripped under Seth’s arms and lifted him into his lap with ease, he always forgot how strong Roman was when he really wanted to be. Seth wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck. “You gonna be a good boy?” Roman whispered against Seth’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.
Seth let out a shaky breath, nodding, Roman kneading at his ass. “Yes.”
Roman purred and bit at Seth’s lobe, pulling it with his teeth. “You promise?” Seth moaned and nodded his head furiously. Roman huffed a laugh. “Your promises don’t mean shit.” He growled, making Seth tighten his grip on the back of Roman’s head, closing his eyes tight. Roman snaked his hand to Seth’s crotch and started unbuttoning his pants. “But I’m gonna take care of you baby. Because I’m better than you.” He reached in, grabbing Seth’s cock over his boxers. “In every single way.” He laughed, smacking Seth’s ass with his other hand. “Well, except for maybe your ass baby, nobody can beat that.”
Seth bit his lip. “Thank you.”
Roman reached into his boxers, giving Seth a long stroke, his precum already dripping. “Good boy, Thanking me.” He hummed, slapping Seth’s ass once more. “You love it when I spank you, huh baby?” Roman rubbed small circles on the already forming welts.
Seth’s eyes were shut tight, his mouth a thin line as he rocked into Roman’s hand. His breathing was shallow and long as he reveled in the wonderful feeling of Roman’s large hand stroking him. “R-Roman.” Seth squeaked, his voice a shaky mess.
”Answer the question.” Roman growled.
Seth let out a pathetic cry as Roman slapped his ass again, making Seth lurch forward and put his head in Roman’s shoulder. “I-I love it Tribal Chief.” His body shivering as Roman gently massaged his neck in encouragement.
It made Seth’s mouth water.
Seth threw his head back as Roman sped his hand up, causing the younger man to arch his back, humping his hand and unintentionally grinding on Roman’s bulge. “I-I want you inside me.” Seth rasped.
Roman shook his head, a choked moan escaping. “I don’t have a condom.”
Seth started slightly bouncing in Roman’s lap, riding his dick that wasn’t there, but it didn’t matter, Seth could feel it. It was just there, guarded by a piece of fabric that Seth desperately needed to vanish. “Don’t care. Don’t care. Just please, Roman. I need it.” Seth begged.
Roman halted all movements, placing a bruising grip on Seth’s hips. Seth cried out, tears threatening to flow down his cheeks. “Shit.” A quiet whisper fell out of Roman’s mouth. Seth slowly opened his eyes to see Roman looking at him in wonder. “I forget how beautiful you are when you’re desperate baby boy.” he mumbled.
Seth strained against Roman’s hold, huffing when he failed to do so. Instead opting to run a hand down Roman’s chest to catch one off his nipples in an attempt to break Roman’s resolve. “It’s been a while.”
Roman snorted. “We haven’t been on the best of terms.” He moaned at Seth’s movements before he gripped his hand gently and shook his head. “None of that now.” Roman hummed softly as he ran a hand through Seth’s hair.
Seth nodded, purring at the touch. “I know, I know. I’m-I’m sorry.”
Roman grunted. “I know you are.” He started to undo the straps on Seth’s vest. “And I know it’s in your nature to manipulate to get what you want, to do anything to get to the top.” Seth whimpered, nuzzling his head into the crook of Roman’s neck. “I can’t blame you for that.” Roman finished with the last strap, making Seth shimmy out of the vest. The gear slowly falling in Roman’s hands. “But if you ever do this-“ he held the vest up in front of Seth, “again. I’m gonna do much worse than beat you with a chair.” He dropped it behind the couch, it landing with a ‘Thump’. “I promise.” Roman threatened, Seth gulped, his hands turning into fists. “Do you understand?” Seth moved his head out of Roman’s neck and nodded slowly. “Good boy.” Roman pushed a finger in Seth’s mouth. “You’re such a good boy.” He praised Seth, who was swirling his tongue around the digit like his life depended on it. “I’m gonna take good care of you. I’m gonna give you just what you need.” Roman’s voice was a low whisper.
Seth had started attempting to rock his hips again. “Please.” He mumbled around Roman’s finger, who in turn added another to Seth’s mouth.
Roman smiled when drool started to pour down Seth’s chin. “And to think you came in here, all high and mighty.” Seth’s eyes rolled in the back of his head. “Thinking you could get one over on me.” Roman laughed and shook his head. “Talkin about how ‘you won’.” Roman rubbed small circles on Seth’s lower back. “Let me tell you, you won’t ever win against me again, whether that be DQ or pinfall.” Roman spread his fingers apart, stretching Seth’s mouth. “I promise.” His voice was soft and gentle, even with all the dirty and hurtful things coming from his mouth, it still sounded sweet to Seth’s ears.
Seth’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as Roman plucked his fingers from Seth’s mouth, running them down his neck and pressing into the bruises once more. Seth started to grind faster against Roman, chasing his orgasm, feeling Roman’s thick dick rubbing deliciously between his cheeks.
Roman slapped him hard, catching Seth by surprise. “Mmm mmm,” Roman shook his head. “I’m gonna destroy that ass, just like you asked me too baby.”
Seth swore he could have passed out then and there.
Seth let out a deep groan from the back of his throat. “God…yes.” He hissed between his teeth. Roman chuckled, removing his hand from Seth’s cock, much to the disappointment of the latter. “Ro…”
Roman didn’t answer, opting to slap Seth’s thighs, signaling for him to push up for a moment. The small gesture made Seth shake in anticipation. Roman pulled his sweats down, finally freeing his dick, which was red and eager. Roman always did have great self control, no matter how hard or badly he needed it. “Take the shirt off.” He demanded, and Seth immediately obliged. “And the fucking tags.” He snarled, Seth quickly discarding them and throwing them across the room, desperate to please. Roman pushed down Seth’s pants and underwear to his ankles as his thighs started to burn at the power needed to hold himself up. “How pretty you are.” Roman gave a small smile. “Almost makes me nostalgic, having you like this.” He rubbed a small circle across the handprints made earlier, Seth letting out a shaky breath. “Hovering above my cock, eager to have it fill you up.” He lined up, his dick teasing at Seth’s entrance, making him whine. “All that’s missing is being in a dank boiler room.” Roman slowly pushed Seth down, stopping once his head was in, torturing the poor man. Punishing Seth. “And you know who, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, choking the life out of you, giving you what you want. Because you're a little slut who needed it so badly. You were so needy for us both baby.” Seth’s lip was quivering at the rush of memories, and how Roman could make such a dirty memory so loving and comforting. He lowered Seth all the way down, filling him up completely. Seth threw his head back, his cry almost a scream. “All the damn time.”
Roman started slowly pushing Seth up and down on his dick, guiding him, showing him the pace he had to go; or else.
It was slow, almost too slow for Seth to handle. Roman was making a point, for Seth to never do what he did and to never say what he did, again. No matter how many times he warned Seth, this was truly the only way to get through to him, with him on his dick, whimpering and squirming as he tried to feel full. “Please.” Seth let out a shaky groan. “I need it.”
Roman nodded. “I know you do, baby. But you have to learn.” Seth could’ve sobbed. “You have to learn to be a good boy for me, and not only when it’s convenient for you.” Roman snapped his hips up to meet Seth’s, making the other man’s breath catch in his throat in a silent scream. “And I’ve learned. And I’ve done what I promised. I’ve been who you needed.” Roman started bouncing Seth faster. “I’ve been two men at once.” Roman’s eyes focused on the sight of his dick going in and out of Seth, his hole tightening every time Roman would thrust up. “And I’ve done a damn good job of it, baby.” Seth nodded, agreeing completely. “I’ve been great, being both Dean and Roman.” Seth wasn’t sure if he was assuring Seth or himself at this point.
“Yeah, yeah you have Ro. You have.” Seth shook, his legs almost to the point of giving out on him. Sweat dripped down his forehead as his breath sped up. “I love you.” He whispered into Roman’s ear, his forehead falling against the other man’s. “You’re mine. I’m yours.” Seth’s voice was a scratchy whisper at this point. His voice was almost gone at the pleasure filling his body.
Roman snaked a hand up Seth’s chest, gripping his neck and squeezing. “You’re mine.” Seth sped up his bouncing, Roman not stopping it, “I’m yours.” Roman thrust his hips up to meet Seth’s, hammering into his prostate.
Seth’s body went limp, collapsing into Roman’s chest as his strength left him, the pleasure completely washing over him. His mind going blank, the only thing filling it now was how good Roman felt. How grateful he was that Roman was even willing to give this to him.
But Seth wasn’t sorry for what he did.
Roman took control, forcing Seth up and down as he grunted, attempting to make Seth cum while trying to achieve his own orgasm. The coil in Seth’s stomach was so close to snapping, Seth could feel it start crawling up from his toes. The mixed scent of his sweat and Roman’s was almost enough to make him cum alone. Ro-man.” Seth croaked, a sad excuse for a warning as he came untouched, cum splashing against Roman’s stomach. His vision turning a bright white, a loud scream escaping him.
“Fuck baby.” Roman grunted as Seth contracted around his cock, pulsing with the waves of his orgasm washing over him. The other man was shaking, his arms going limp from around his neck. “Good boy, such a good boy for me.” Roman muttered before snapping his hips one last time, shooting inside of Seth.
Seth gasped, trying to catch his breath as he came down from his orgasm. “Roman-“ Seth started.
Roman shushed him, holding him close, squeezing him tight. “Don’t. Please don’t.” He begged. Seth just nodded, his strength returning enough to him to hug Roman back. “Never again.” Roman kissed the side of Seth’s head.
Seth sighed, completely calm. “Never again.” Seth agreed.
But he didn’t promise.